Elena POV:
After that stupid alpha finally left, I shuffled to the bathroom, feeling more like a zombie than a person. My whole body ached, and I was half-convinced that I'd just narrowly escaped death. But as soon as I flipped the light on and took in the sight of the bathroom, I couldn't help the small spark of surprise.
The place was spotless. Everything gleamed, from the marble sink to the pristine tiles. Who would've thought that Mr. Arrogant Alpha was actually a clean freak? I'd have pegged him as the kind to leave muddy boots everywhere, maybe with the smell of the forest clinging to every corner of the room. But no, everything was meticulously in place, as if he had a personal vendetta against dust and chaos.